The Judge's Burden

"Oh, Your Honor?"

As Abel tried to focus on the court documents, Judge Padilla called out to him with a sly look in his eyes.

Abel tilted his head and followed his gaze, noticing the gavel on the desk.

He had a feeling he knew exactly what this man was going to say.

"You've been carrying a Warhammer since the last time, so are you not using the gavel anymore?"

As expected, the words came out exactly as he had predicted.

Abel answered, looking at Judge Padilla with indifferent eyes.

"Yes. If I find a good junior, I plan to hand it over. It means that you've done well so far, and you should continue doing your best in the future."

"Oh! I see. I understand, Your Honor."

"I'm planning to change the judge soon, so do your best."

"Oh! Really?"

"Yes, Judge Emir, you've been here for quite some time, right? If you can be a sole judge, I'll set up a court for you."